Wrong Date, Right Man: Lock Me Into His World
On the day she was meant to marry, Madison uncovered her boyfriend's betrayal-five years of love reduced to a mere placeholder for another woman.
She walked away without hesitation, determined to start over.
But with a looming condition to marry before twenty-five or lose her inheritance completely, she had no choice but to accept a blind date.
Fate played a cruel joke when she approached the wrong man, ending up married to her ex's greatest rival, the most formidable figure in town.
Madison thought it was just a convenient arrangement. He thought otherwise-because from the start, he never planned to let her go.
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Chapter 1
The day Madison Wallace was supposed to register her marriage became the exact moment she watched her fiance Kieran Stanley get down on one knee for another woman during a livestream.
By five in the afternoon, she was still standing where she was with her phone clenched tightly in her hand.
On the screen, Kieran faced a woman with a diamond ring between his fingers while everyone online watched him confess his love.
"Kristina, ever since I met you at seventeen, I've never wanted anyone else beside me. You're the person I want to spend my entire life with."
The instant Madison saw the ring, her chest tightened.
Only last week, she had spotted the velvet box sitting inside Kieran's study. Back then, she stayed awake half the night in excitement because she thought he had prepared it for her.
Never once did she imagine another woman would be the one wearing it.
"I'll make sure you're happy for the rest of your life!"
Right after saying those words, Kieran pulled Kristina Todd closer and kissed her in front of the cameras.
The livestream exploded with comments almost immediately.
"Oh my god! Kieran actually proposed to the actress Kristina!"
"They've loved each other since they were young, and now they're finally together!"
"This is seriously like something out of a romance movie. They're perfect together!"
Blessings and congratulations flooded the screen one after another.
Madison tightened her grip around her phone until her fingers nearly lost color.
Instinctively, she opened her contacts and searched for Kieran's number. Part of her still wanted to believe there had been some kind of misunderstanding. She needed to hear him deny it himself.
Only yesterday evening, he had wrapped his arms around her while talking about the future they would build together. How could the same man propose to someone else less than a day later?
The moment she found his contact, her phone suddenly rang first.
The caller was her best friend, Elin Stanley.
For a brief moment, Madison forgot how to react before finally answering the call.
The second it connected, Elin's angry voice burst through the speaker. "Maddie, did you check the news yet? Kristina turned out to be the adopted daughter my parents took in years ago. She used to date my brother when they were younger, but my parents later found out, split them apart and shipped her overseas. And now she's suddenly back as some huge celebrity!"
Even while her emotions twisted violently inside her, Madison forced herself to sound steady. "Is that so?"
"Seriously! After Kristina left, my brother completely lost it. I even heard he found another girl who resembled her and kept her around for five whole years as a replacement. And now that Kristina's returned, he's gone running back to her without hesitation. Doesn't that sound completely ridiculous?"
Every word stabbed straight into Madison's chest.
So Kristina had been raised by the Stanley family all along. She and Kieran shared a history that dated back years, and their relationship had been torn apart when she was sent abroad.
Meanwhile, Madison had never heard a single thing about it.
Not once had Kieran ever brought Kristina up.
For five years, Madison believed she had finally met the man she wanted to spend her life with. In the end, she was nothing more than a substitute standing in another woman's place.
Silence stretched between them long enough for Elin to grow confused. "Maddie? Are you there? Did I call at a bad time? Weren't you planning to tell me something important today? What is it?"
Madison parted her lips, but her throat tightened too much for words to come out.
As Kieran's younger sister, Elin had no idea Madison had been secretly dating him this entire time. Madison never told her because Kieran insisted their relationship stay hidden from everyone—his family included.
That secret lasted for five long years.
Only now did the truth finally become clear to her. Kieran wasn't avoiding the public because he valued privacy. From the very start, Madison had only existed as a temporary replacement for the woman he truly loved.
Madison sank her teeth into her lower lip while a bitter chill spread across her chest.
After shutting her eyes for a moment, she finally spoke in a rough voice. "Elin... can you help me with something?"
"Just say what you need."
After taking a quiet breath, Madison spoke softly. "You know plenty of people, right? Can you arrange a blind date for me?"
The line went completely quiet.
Several seconds passed before Elin nearly shouted into the phone. "Hold on, what?! Since when are you interested in blind dates? Maddie, you've barely even dated anyone seriously before. What brought this on all of a sudden?"
Instead of answering, Madison stayed silent.
Some truths had remained buried for years, and she had never shared them with anyone, including Elin.
Madison was the daughter of the Wallace family from Agoshire, while her father held the position of Chairman at the Wallace Group.
Madison had an older half-brother, and after her stepmother entered the family, her days at home became harder and harder to endure.
Last year, on her birthday, her father called her into his study for a private conversation. He promised her thirty percent of the company's shares under one condition—she had to get married before turning twenty-five. If she failed, every share would be handed over to her older brother instead.
And in another six months, Madison would reach that age.
"I can't afford to waste time anymore," Madison replied quietly. "Just tell me whether you know anyone suitable."
"Actually... I do know a few men around our age who are looking to settle down." Elin still sounded uncertain. "But at least tell me what type of man you want."
"Someone decent." Madison stopped briefly before continuing in a cold tone, "As long as he isn't anything like your brother."
Elin went silent for a second before laughing outright. "Fair enough. My brother really is trash."
The sound of rapid typing echoed through the call, and Madison guessed Elin had already started searching through her contact list.
A moment later, Elin sounded excited once more. "You know what? I actually have someone perfect for you. He's good-looking, and he just came back after studying overseas. If you want, I can introduce you two."
Madison fell quiet briefly before replying, "Arrange it. I want to meet him today. As soon as possible."
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7.7
My fiancé always told me he loved me. But not long after our engagement, I woke up suffocating in the dark.
He was pressing a pillow over my face, his eyes cold and dead, while my half-sister stood by watching with fake pity.
They had orchestrated everything just to steal my trust fund.
It all started with a massive hotel scandal. They had drugged me, thrown a cheap escort into my bed, and brought a mob of paparazzi to ruin my reputation.
When my fiancé broke through the crowd, playing the heartbroken victim, he knelt down with a massive diamond ring.
"I know things have been hard, but I love you. If you come home with me, I will forgive all of this."
In my past life, I cried tears of gratitude and let him slide that ring onto my finger.
That ring sealed my death warrant. I lost my company, my dignity, and eventually, my life.
Until my lungs burned and my heart stopped, I didn't understand.
How could the people I trusted most plot my murder so ruthlessly?
Why did they have to tear my entire life apart?
Opening my eyes again, I was back on the morning of the hotel scandal, exactly one year ago.
But the man lying bare-backed in my bed wasn't a random escort.
It was Johnathan Chase, my family's biggest corporate rival and the most ruthless predator on Wall Street.
Listening to the paparazzi pounding on the door, I smiled coldly.
9.5
The disgraced daughter of the Patton family is back from the countryside.At the news, everyone spurned her with contempt!
A good-for-nothing young lady, a crude village wench, a vicious devil...
Until one day--The world-famous life-saving medical sovereign is her.The enigmatic top forensic specialist is her.The grandmaster hacker hunted across the globe is also her.
One hidden identity of the young miss came to light after another.Shocked and dumbfounded, the crowd fell to their knees to beg for forgiveness.
In an instant, Evie was cornered by the mysterious powerhouse.Hartwell's voice lured and mesmerized:"Darling, you have countless secret identities. Would you mind taking on one more, being my wife!"
9.3
Born into privilege, Eleanor never imagined her life could shatter in a single night. Then her father disappeared with his mistress, her mother fell from a building and slipped into a coma, and everything she once owned turned to dust.
Determined not to ruin Jonathan's future with her family's disgrace, she ended their relationship and became the bride of a man trapped in a vegetative state.
She believed that was the last time their paths would cross. But two years later, Jonathan pinned her in the dark and whispered, "Long time no see, my sister-in-law."
7.7
I worked three double shifts at the garage just to buy a velvet-boxed cake for my wealthy girlfriend, Arleen.
But when I pushed open the VIP room door, I saw her lover kissing her bare leg.
She didn't push him away. Instead, she laughed and swirled her martini.
"I only forgot Finn because I knew he would stay. He is a poor boy from Queens who follows me around like a loyal dog."
Later that night, her lover intentionally crashed a Porsche to scare me, sending a piece of jagged metal into my skull.
Lying in a growing pool of my own blood, I watched Arleen crawl out of the wreckage.
She didn't even look at me. She threw herself at her uninjured lover, screaming for a medic.
"He just got scraped by a piece of plastic. He is faking it. Deal with Jaquez first!"
When I woke up, I wasn't free. Arleen had locked me in a private hospital wing with 24-hour security, planning to isolate me and keep me as her broken, captive toy forever.
My blind, pathetic devotion finally froze into absolute disgust.
I looked at the heart monitor next to my bed and grabbed an IV needle.
I severed the sensor wire to trigger a flatline, slipped out the fire stairs while the nurses panicked, and burned my identity to ashes.
This time, I was going to disappear to London, build my own empire, and watch hers burn.
8.1
Arnetta had been married to a wealthy man for three years, but she had never even seen his face.
After a wild night of drinking, she woke up in a hotel room next to a handsome, ruthless stranger.
He coldly kicked her out, mocking her as just another desperate woman trying to sleep her way to the top.
To her shock, she soon discovered the stranger was Brennan Kirkland—her firm's top-tier client and a legendary Wall Street billionaire.
Hiding her true identity as a corporate spy, she manipulated her way into becoming his executive assistant to steal his data.
During a business dinner, Arnetta received a humiliating text from her absent husband, demanding a divorce and calling her a greedy parasite.
"He is a deadbeat coward who thinks money solves everything," Arnetta spat in anger.
"A man who hides behind lawyers is weak," Brennan agreed coldly.
He had absolutely no idea he was insulting his own actions, nor did he realize the wild, gold-digging wife he despised was sitting right across from him.
The next day, her husband's legal team sent a brutal twenty-million-dollar settlement offer, threatening to ruin her if she didn't take the payoff and disappear.
Staring at the degrading ultimatum, Arnetta's hands shook with blinding rage.
She looked at Brennan, who was busy plotting to destroy his own wife, and a terrifyingly calm smile touched her lips.
She wasn't just going to take the money; she was going to completely destroy him.
7.2
Allie Patterson poured fifteen years into her husband Grayson’s tech startup, living in a cramped San Jose apartment. Every penny, every late night coding session, was for their shared future, built on his constant claims the company struggled, always on the verge of its big break.
Then, a grant deed arrived: a stunning $4.2 million Atherton villa, paid in full, listing Grayson and an unknown Kacey Schmidt as joint tenants.
Her coffee mug shattered as Allie’s world imploded. Driving to the mansion, she found Kacey in silk pajamas, flaunting a massive pink diamond and, beneath it, Grayson’s grandmother’s heirloom ring – the one he’d tearfully claimed to have lost years ago.
Kacey purred, "He's in the shower. We were so tired last night."
The words were a serrated knife, twisting, confirming years of lies.
Humiliation and rage burned out, leaving a terrifying, absolute silence. All her sacrifice and trust were a cruel, elaborate joke, orchestrated by the man she loved.
Allie calmly took photos, then gave herself one minute in her beat-up car to mourn. When it passed, her tears stopped, replaced by cold, calculated murder in her eyes. She typed a text to Grayson:
"Come home early tonight. I have a surprise for you."